Of course I still love you,
To the moon and back.
I accept all your flaws –
There’s nothing that you lack
~
It’s not you it’s me –
We’ve simply grown apart.
I need to be alone,
Want to make a new start
~
No, no there is no other!
That girl? She was my mother!

Based on a given prompt to write a 10 line poem where each line was a lie.

Mahogany heirloom sideboard
mapped my life.
The hammer swung late.
I shouted, “Smash it out of your poems!”
and considered your stanzas
in the cave.
The goblin left your children
in a labyrinth;
left your mother
to the grave.